Recalling Cherished Childhood Memories
Hey guys,
Now that I shared with you how important it was for me to validate my deeper connection with comedy and make it more central to my wellness writings, I have decided to return to the original name for this newsletter!
What?!
I am still sticking with the same writings. I can’t control what my soul wants to express!
But I’m going back to the title and description that has a more loving, compassionate vibe.
I still appreciate my trialing a more punny approach for a month or so. It is a very big part of me, and I don’t want to be anything other than what I am.
So welcome back to Small Steps, Deep Breaths!
Now for today’s blog post…
Growing up, my dad recited the Kiddush prayer at Shabbat dinner on Friday night. It is one of many cherished memories I have of my father, who passed away when I was 21. I had something resonant of that experience for several years when I was married, but now I don’t have that either.
I realize, however, that the setting doesn’t have to be identical to conjure up those cherished memories and emotions from growing up.
When I attend synagogue with my daughter Friday night and they recite Kiddush, surrounded by a supportive and loving community, this gives me feelings of warmth that harken back to those golden days growing up.